Lyrics:
It's more than dirt roads
It's more than county lines
It's more than just getting' high on the Moonshine
It's more than cornfields,
Tractors
a little
we could use a little
This whole city man
We could use a little love!
A lot of animosity
Its getting hard to see the light left
In a world getting
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
barbecue, for real (real)
All these days already gone by (gone by)
Man, I ain't seen your ass in a long time
Put a little gin in the punch (punch)
Grandma
Spread out now Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama's reins
You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game
You pick up little
Spread out now Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama's reins
You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game
You pick up little
Lost his right hand
And was betrayed
By his right hand man
Little Sandy fell to the ground clutching his chest
Seemingly disappointed yet proud
only fifteen, should have
Been a beauty queen, still
See her cryin' by the caskets
When her parents got killed
Little girl don't cry
'cause even though
on the dash
Lean your seat back
Man I swear there ain't nothing looks better than that
Sweet tan, little thing with nothing to do
I wanna take a little ride
Go... Man you know when you be in da club man
Yeah dawg
You see a phat ass booty girl in there like
Man bihh
Bounce dat ass, bounce bounce dat ass
Rowena, Rowena, walking barefoot on the desert floor
I'm working my father's tractor Rowena walk by some more
She looks over her shoulder and she
your thighs
What’s your type?
Bodybuilder.. or actor!
To pick you up he’d need a forklift or tractor
Also a man who likes a martini
…and doesn’t vomit
a little bit better
We take the joy, we take the pain
It's not about what you gain
We just tryna get by
We just tryna get by
Oh, this is the story
little tractors on his grave
Throw me in the thicket when I die
Let the earth reclaim my body
Let the worms devour my insides
It's fed me now for oh so
a little deeper in the well
Well, my papa used to tell me, "Don't be fooled by things you see
If you wanna get at the heart of things, you gotta dig way
He prays he don't come down with some disease
Mexicali Rainbow
Strange reflections of the man
Always thought he'd buy a tractor
Sick of doin' things
By the way that I go put that sauce on a nigga
Mane just by the way that I carry a bitch
Call me backpack kid when I floss on a nigga
Mane these
your data and when you're all set
Put it all together and whatever you get
It's new math
What's a bag of chips divided by five,
Well that's
I keep thirty on this bitch like Rambo
Hennebeeto behind the counter by the Jack Daniels
And the amigos gon' keep it unless you handle your candle
All about them Main Street Blues
And it's "Oh Lordie me"
And "Oh Lordie my"
"This little town keeps bustlin' on by"
The tailor and the teller
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
The walk's by faith
The lone wolf dies
How am I gonna follow you
With blue man ears
And snow blind eyes?
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
Drive-by eggings, plaguing LA
"Yo, you just got my little cousin, ese"
Sometimes hard-boiled, sometimes runny (Ray)
Comes from a chicken, not a bunny,
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